| What a life, a trick of light
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| Then everything returns to the sea
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| You can have whatever you want
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| But are you disciplined enough to be free?
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| Turning love into a chore
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| Promises come cheap, dear reader
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| Another page, another door
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| Follow, follow me
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| I know what I’m here for
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| Hanging on through late December
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| I know what I’m here for
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| Follow, follow me
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| Follow me
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| Moving on, I don’t belong
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| My life turned into a mall
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| Every line is in the song
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| Follow me out of the fall
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| What an actor, what a show
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| Just going through some holy motions
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| The band is sharp, but the singer’s slow
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| Everything must go
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| I know what I’m here for
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| Hanging on through late December
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| I know what I’m here for
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| Follow, follow me
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| Follow me
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| Follow me (x8)
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| Souvenirs, polygraph tests
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| Photographs fresh from the wreck
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| What a poster saint he’ll make
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| In one take, one take
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| I know what I’m here for
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| Hanging on through late December
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| I know what I’m here for
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| Follow, follow me
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| Follow me
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| Follow me (x8) |